The eyes that had settled George's fate for all eternity flashed upon the curate； who blinked。 He squared his shoulders and drew himself up。 He was perfectly willing to die for her。
〃If you will wait here；〃 he said； 〃I will go and send him about his business。 It is disgraceful that the public highways should be rendered unsafe in this manner。〃
〃Thank you ever so much；〃 said Maud gratefully。 〃I can't help thinking the poor fellow may be a little crazy。 It seems so odd of him to follow me all that way。 Walking in the ditch too！〃
〃Walking in the ditch！〃
〃Yes。 He walked most of the way in the ditch at the side of the road。 He seemed to prefer it。 I can't think why。〃
Lord Belpher； leaning against the wall and trying to decide whether his right or left foot hurt him the more excruciatingly； became aware that a curate was standing before him； regarding him through a pair of gold…rimmed pince…nez with a disapproving and hostile expression。 Lord Belpher returned his gaze。 Neither was favourably impressed by the other。 Percy thought he had seen nicer…looking curates； and the curate thought he had seen more prepossessing tramps。
〃e； e！〃 said the curate。 〃This won't do； my man！〃 A few hours earlier Lord Belpher had been startled when addressed by George as 〃sir〃。 To be called 〃my man〃 took his breath away pletely。
The gift of seeing ourselves as others see us is； as the poet indicates； vouchsafed to few men。 Lord Belpher； not being one of these fortunates； had not the slightest conception how intensely revolting his personal appearance was at that moment。 The red…rimmed eyes； the growth of stubble on the cheeks； and the thick coating of mud which had resulted from his rambles in the ditch bined to render him a horrifying object。
〃How dare you follow that young lady？ I've a good mind to give you in charge！〃
Percy was outraged。
〃I'm her brother！〃 He was about to substantiate the statement by giving his name； but stopped himself。 He had had enough of letting his name e out on occasions like the present。 When the policeman had arrested him in the Haymarket； his first act had been to thunder his identity at the man： and the policeman； without saying in so many words that he disbelieved him； had hinted scepticism by replying that he himself was the king of Brixton。 〃I'm her brother！〃 he repeated thickly。
The curate's disapproval deepened。 In a sense； we are all brothers； but that did not prevent him from considering that this mud…stained derelict had made an impudent and abominable mis…statement of fact。 Not unnaturally he came to the conclusion that he had to do with a victim of the Demon Rum。
〃You ought to be ashamed of yourself；〃 he said severely。 〃Sad piece of human wreckage as you are； you speak like an educated man。 Have you no self…respect？ Do you never search your heart and shudder at the horrible degradation which you have brought on yourself by sheer weakness of will？〃
He raise his voice。 The subject of Temperance was one very near to the curate's heart。 The vicar himself had plimented him only yesterday on the good his sermons against the drink evil were doing in the village； and the landlord of the Three Pigeons down the road had on several occasions spoken bitter things about blighters who came taking the living away from honest folks。
〃It is easy enough to stop if you will but use a little resolution。 You say to yourself； 'Just one won't hurt me！' Perhaps not。 But can you be content with just one？ Ah！ No； my man； there is no middle way for such as you。 It must be all or nothing。 Stop it nownow； while you still retain some semblance of humanity。 Soon it will be too late！ Kill that craving！ Stifle it！ Strangle it！ Make up your mind nownow； that not another drop of the accursed stuff shall pass your lips。。。 。〃
The curate paused。 He perceived that enthusiasm was leading him away from the main issue。 〃A little perseverance；〃 he concluded rapidly； 〃and you will soon find that cocoa gives you exactly the same pleasure。 And now will you please be getting along。 You have frightened the young lady； and she cannot continue her walk unless I assure her that you have gone away。〃
Fatigue； pain and the annoyance of having to listen to this man's well…meant but ill…judged utterances had bined to induce in Percy a condition bordering on hysteria。 He stamped his foot； and uttered a howl as the blister warned him with a sharp twinge that this sort of behaviour could not be permitted。
〃Stop talking！〃 he bellowed。 〃Stop talking like an idiot！ I'm going to stay here till that girl es out； if have to wait all day！〃
The curate regarded Percy thoughtfully。 Percy was no Hercules： but then； neither was the curate。 And in any case； though no Hercules； Percy was undeniably an ugly…looking brute。 Strategy； rather than force； seemed to the curate to be indicated。 He paused a while； as one who weighs pros and cons； then spoke briskly； with the air of the man who has decided to yield a point with a good grace。
〃Dear； dear！〃 he said。 〃That won't do！ You say you are this young lady's brother？〃
〃Yes； I do！〃
〃Then perhaps you had better e with me into the house and we will speak to her。〃
〃All right。〃
〃Follow me。〃
Percy followed him。 Down the trim gravel walk they passed； and up the neat stone steps。 Maud； peeping through the curtains； thought herself the victim of a monstrous betrayal or equally monstrous blunder。 But she did not know the Rev。 Cyril Ferguson。 No general； adroitly leading the enemy on by strategic retreat； ever had a situation more thoroughly in hand。 Passing with his panion through the open door； he crossed the hall to another door； discreetly closed。
〃Wait in here；〃 he said。 Lord Belpher moved unsuspectingly forward。 A hand pressed sharply against the small of his back。 Behind him a door slammed and a key clicked。 He was trapped。 Groping in Egyptian darkness； his hands met a coat； then a hat； then an umbrella。 Then he stumbled over a golf…club and fell against a wall。 It was too dark to see anything； but his sense of touch told him all he needed to know。 He had been added to the vicar's collection of odds and ends in the closet reserved for that purpose。
He groped his way to the door and kicked it。 He did not repeat the performance。 His feet were in no shape for kicking things。
Percy's gallant soul abandoned the struggle。 With a feeble oath； he sat down on a box containing croquet implements； and gave himself up to thought。
〃You'll be quite safe now；〃 the curate was saying in the adjoining room； not without a touch of placent self…approval such as bees the victor in a battle of wits。 〃I have locked him in the cupboard。 He will be quite happy there。〃 An incorrect statement this。 〃You may now continue your walk in perfect safety。〃
〃Thank you ever so much；〃 said Maud。 〃But I do hope he won't be violent when you let him out。〃
〃I shall not let him out；〃 replied the curate； who； though brave； was not rash。 〃I shall depute the task to a worthy fellow named Willis； in whom I shall have every confidence。 Hehe is； in fact； our local blacksmith！〃
And so it came about that when； after a vigil that seemed to last for a lifetime； Percy heard the key turn in the lock and burst forth seeking whom he might devour； he experienced an almost instant quieting of his excited nervous system。 Confronting him was a vast man whose muscles； like those of that other and more celebrated village blacksmith； were plainly as strong as iron bands。
This man eyed Percy with a chilly eye。
〃Well；〃 he said。 〃What's troublin' you？〃
Percy gulped。 The man's mere appearance was a sedative。
〃Ernothing！〃 he replied。 〃Nothing！〃
〃There better hadn't be！〃 said the man darkly。 〃Mr。 Ferguson give me this to give to you。 Take it！〃
Percy took it。 It was a shilling。
〃And this。〃
The second gift was a small paper pamphlet。 It was entitled 〃Now's the Time！〃 and seemed to be a story of some kind。 At any rate； Percy's eyes； before they began to swim in a manner that prevented steady reading； caught the words 〃Job Roberts had always been a hard…drinking man； but one day； as he was ing out of the bar…parlour 。 。 。〃 He was about to hurl it from him； when he met the other's eye and desi